How X-C Rocked the School!!!

X-C….the class I miss most. The class I’d give anything to go back to. A fun-filled odyssey lasting a whole year!

“X-C? That Class is…….!?”
If there was one word which described our credentials, it was – notorious. We were well known throughout half the school as the most undisciplined class, always getting in trouble. We couldn’t help it. It was inevitable – our class boasted of some of the most exuberant students the school had, who had difficulty staying put in the class and keeping a low profile. So it was pandemonium! Loafing around in the corridors whenever the teacher isn’t in class, chalk fights with girls getting caught in the cross-fire, screaming at the top of your voice were trademark activities of our class.

The Mis-placed Classroom!!!
And adding another twist to the existing scenario was the place where our class room was located. First floor, in one of the wings – closest to the Examination Department (well, XII standard was closer than us, but it seemed they were a bunch of disciplined studs). So our class became one of the favourite haunts for the teachers in that dept. At least Ms. Sherin and Mrs. Sobhana were always there, taking us to task. Of course we never changed, but that doesn’t mean we weren’t forced to!

Still looking back, even that used to be memorable – at least we came to be known in the whole school. Maybe it would’ve been better if our classroom was above the principal’s office. One shot to stardom!!!

“Me!? Getting 99!?”
We were one of the unfortunate batches, having written 3 pre-boards and 3 practice sets. The first pre-board….brings back memories!

The first set of papers as preparation for the boards – it wasn’t fun. But I do remember my social science paper – with pride! As it happened, teachers teaching different sections exchanged papers within themselves for correction. And our paper went to Mrs. Kamalakshi – the same teacher who had taught us in VIII but didn’t continue in IX. The reason, “VIII C is really undisciplined, so I’ll continue with VIII D.” we couldn’t have wished for worst! In fact, her correction was strict – even Mainak got only 81. But then, I ended up with 99!!! That was shocking – even for me! Then she says she cut that 1 mark just like that. I wonder – was I really that good at social!? Maybe that’s why I’m going with history in the civil services. Now this shook the social science dept. Every teacher wanted to see my paper. Guess another teacher even re-corrected it. But my marks didn’t go down.

X-C remains in the school headlines!!!

The Most Disciplined in Class! “How Come it’s Not Me!?”
I never really deserved to be called a disciplined student – the word ‘punctual’ would have suited me more. I was up-to-date with everything, but one thing I couldn’t help – I was never quite in class. I had this uncanny knack of following what the teacher was teaching even while chit-chatting. So I was ready for surprise questions, I had marks on my papers – nothing to complain! Yet teachers complained to my dad.

Maths teacher : He gets really good marks, but he won’t keep quiet in class. I think he studies at home.
Social teacher : He got 49/50 in the previous test. Only 47 this time. That’s coz he’s always talking.
Science teacher : He’s really studious, but he should learn to keep quite in class.

The other two classes I was relatively silent, so no complaints as such! So the title of most disciplined went to G (G Suraj – we called him G as there were two Surajs). As my science teacher once said in class, “Suraj is silent in class. Even Mainak talks a little. And Arun is always talking!”

And I daresay I’m living up to my old standards – but one change, I feel like sleeping now rather than talking!

Board Results Out! Two Shots to Stardom!!!
Finally our class became popular for the right reasons. Good results – perhaps the best among all the sections. Top two in the school. Of course, we never knew amongst ourselves which one among the two of us –me & Mainak – would pip the other. In the end, lady luck shone on me, though narrowly. 2 marks – that was all that separated us! Guess that showed everyone that being a goody-goody class doesn’t matter as long as you crack the nut called examination. And that we did!


But I was full of melancholy – and I guess others were too. The roller-coaster ride had ended – and it was time to part ways! Many left our school – and even those who remained were left divided in 3 sections. Embarking on our different routes – will we ever be together under one roof again???